Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Start Rap Over

(Puff)
See, I to get back to the love.
Let's start love over, on.

Carl Thomas)
Let's love over,
to the way things were.
Forget them,
all we got is us.
We can it
Sad if we try.
I want to start over.
Let's it, do or die

When I was years old,
I there was a road.
At the end, I would win of pots of gold.
Days, when I used to have my play on,
I would make up my rhymes the of Voltron,
But you've what the herbs do.
curfew,
Hit the park when dark, make it stand like a podium.
Niggas had a box and a of linoleum.
Some break a boogie, but those that
Was a fighter.
Rollin' riders,
Sending to the store for a soda and a lighter.
A real cat that would let you keep a dollar,
But now things change, and the days of tomorrow.
Little is big now,
They'll push wig now.
Can't them to the store,
But you can send them for
And put on my vine,
And give them one big for all mankind.

People taking rapping for a joke,
A hope,
Or a phrase a rope.
ever happened to the caddies, white walls, and spokes?
Crates of records, turn tables, of folks,
Remember in the streets, touch football.
Look, y'all,
get mad and bounce with they football.
Twenty four block parties,
Everybody on the pissing, you a dark hardy.
used to think I was scheming,
But I was to one day make a hot album and have 'em all fiendin'.
Now, every time, I rhyme I can tell that you like it,
Be the tunes like the mind of a psychic.
Your mind is weary, like a dove,
and things, like you were making love.
Control the crowd so can accept it.
Total is the perfect method.

Where's the
tell me,
Where's the
we want to know.

(Puff)
I everybody I loved, everybody.
It wasn't always hating,
There wasn't and all this envy,
It was the love.

Hey yo, hip hop
Set out in the park.

We to do it out in the dark
All night long till the made us go,
Or somebody's moms pulled the extension cord from the window.
Lees on, you fresh,
Trying to
Shorty, with the hair pushed down on her forehead.
swaying, she hot,
Standing she bowl-legged, but she not.
You remember the
That's when crack was affecting blacks that.
Just some Valentine Ale, little reefer,
Friday night go out Star Child at the theater.
all corrupt.
Over rap you get bust.
Say the wrong
End up in a sling.
Went from shell to hollow tops.
Used to the bus stop.
Now we electric from the cops.
Want some in this,
That ain't it real.
Now, with God, we chill a record deal.
Always the ones to go,
Never your die.
this day, I wonder why they took my man B.I.
No time to yell in the microphone.
this more serious than just a poem.
Rock party to
While out the door.
But it up, yo, let's start love over.

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